Yard Sale of Thoughts

International Women’s Day is all about celebrating the female experience, which is often shamed. In the spirit of celebration this poem is intended for an adult audience.

Happy International Women’s Day!

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When I am alone in milky morning,
I mount my pillow, my faithful steed.

Satin or silk, there’s no ignoring,
the perfect, rectangular symmetry.

I drift into soft imaginings.

Eyes closed, I am a goddess.
I find my self-made throne comforting.
On top, worthy to be worshiped
vivacious in regality.

And when my back is turned,
It may be believed,
I’m a mermaid,
swishing tail through sea. 

No one sees my labor,
the sweaty spine,
as I double my speed.

If I can finish two times,
I am rewarded with a
slackening of face,
a gown of feather down
to catch my fleeting ecstasy.

While I groom myself in lotions and perfumes,
pretend to visit some exotic place,
there is nothing nearer to ecstasy
than self-stroking 
before the shower head trumpet 
breaks my reverie
reminding me I’m late.

©2025 | K. F. Hartless

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Cover Art: Henry Ascencio

Blondshell “Two Times”